A debate about hippies: whether they meditate or not & if in fact all hippies are dirty.
Daycare Provider, Advisor, Buddhist, &Life Insurance Salesman [with Tom Selleck mustache] pile into a car hoping to feed their bellies with five dollar po’boys.
Cruising along we notice a similar car packed with what we construed as dirty hippies, rough patches of skin, bare feet, absence of clothing, etc, either that or they had just come from the river.
At a stoplight a knock on the window startles us and one of the barefoot, shirtless brigadiers begs of us:
“Yall have any weed, we’re on a roadtrip…and…?”
“Indeed, we don’t but good luck, guv’na!”